: veins emptied of precious blood arteries dried of life source centuries before at skull time of remembrance is at hand consume the blood of jesus
: Ram far into society Maybe I should speak ah not ya majesty We majesty, really, really, really wanna have a chance with ya Wanna come by di palace
: fading lights, I sink into this other world, where only you can heal my wounds and make me see only here I'm free you are the night with all its charm
: Mein Korper taucht ins Leben Und mein Geist schwimmt hinterher Das Herz ist mir mein Kompass und die Liebe mein Horizont Jene Worte sind wie Sturme
: Wings of Satan, orb my heart! It burns with love for you. And it is ready now, to receive thee. Claws of darkness, tear my soul! For I have chosen
fading lights, I sink into this other world, where only you can heal my wounds and make me see only here I'm free you are the night with all its charm
Chalice Borealis, lighting up the night No wonderland for Alice, she don't have the right Chalice Borealis, how does your garden glow? Molly, don't work
Immutable, in mists of gold beyond this Acheron How grandiose the touch will be when each caress is gone How bitter rests bereavement on the souls of
Chagrined, I lie ensconced between the dreaming and the dead Let my eyes perceive degrees and not directions For the sanguine expectations that embellished
A mighty and unprecedented thought A vagrant memory from wilderness Where the civil and the servant are sought And tracing living death is frivolous It
My better self was always born tomorrow Though the wings of failed seraphs I would borrow As nights became obsessed with introspection The days a contravention
Thirteen years Inside your play To rise one day And find you dead The world had fled With much unsaid My last paternal kiss Thirteen years I missed your
You see me hang my spirits high My dirty linen's out to dry I've sought not freedom nor espy Placating reason in the rhyme A vindication of my crime
When they finally claim you All matter will cease, all dreams will expire And with a dead angel's touch And the loss of myself The vapour will fade Until
The night sky lights the fallen star To hold us in its grasp yet mock us from afar As cancer holds us all askew To mourn the dying now and start a life
Where once a naive child learnt the ropes of life and pain An ashen path has forged to view those remnants with disdain As leaves descending earthward
Do I only have conviction When my opinion lives in isolation? Is this portion of reality A frail and tangential foundation? Who mapped the course To
The change is made within an innocent breath A veil around an existence Accursed with a solitary death Dancing a line of unending decline Over chasms
